Join me in enjoying my small everyday experiences and memories…
…and in thanking everything that has made my life so amazing!….

Growing up, my parents had a friend who worked on a mango plantation in the Northern Range in Trinidad.

Every mango season he used to drop a box, taller than I was, full of different types of mangoes.

Many of the mangoes were variations that no one ever had or ever will hear/know about.

This is because the mango plantation was so large that all the different types of mangos inter-fertilized and created unique tasty (and some not so tasty) variations.  I don’t think we ever ate the entire box – even when we gave away mangoes to everyone we could think of!

Now that I live in Canada and now that that gentleman has passed (R.I.P.), the only time I get a non-forced-ripe mango is when my parents come to visit.

They also bring avocados from our tree in our yard but that’s a whole different story.

Everytime they come to visit, I’m presented with the precious package – wrapped carefully in newspaper and cradled gently in a plastic bag.

When we come home, I gently place it on the counter, take the mangoes out one at a time, unwrap them gently and then savour the amazing view and smell…..

The mangoes are always my favourite from Trinidad.  A grafted version of mango – the colours of a sunset, a non-stringy, soft texture and sweet, full mango taste – they all define the unique Julie Mango.  Not many other mangoes can compare.

They don’t usually last long at my home…..

I am not sure how this one was still around – usually between me and my hubby they’re demolished pretty quicklly….as you can see it’s a little over-ripe though, the normally smooth skin has gone wrinkly….if it’s not gone tonight, that’s my breakfast!